The market management building was nearby.

Su Tianyu handcuffed Dong Pengyu, waved his hand towards the entrance, and shouted, "Get a car over here!"

A driver in a Coast Guard vehicle immediately shifted into drive and hurried over from the side of the road.

"Su-dui (Team Leader Su), are we taking everyone away?" a squad leader asked as he ran over.

"That's right, cast a wide net and catch big fish!" Su Tianyu wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If we can't verify their identities, bring them all back."

"Yes!" the squad leader nodded.

"Bang!"

While the two were talking, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the direction of the market shed not far away.

Su Tianyu turned his head sharply. "Damn it, which of our people chased over there?"

"No one, they're all here!" the squad leader replied.

Su Tianyu immediately released Dong Pengyu and shouted, "Houzi, you take him away first. Baocheng, bring some men and come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Tianyu led more than a dozen Coast Guard officers and ran towards the market shed.

...

In the alley.

Zhang Ming and two lackeys were running towards the Market Management Committee building. Ironically, these two lackeys originally carried guns to protect Zhang Ming because of the recent tense situation. But when the Coast Guard suddenly came to arrest people, they were afraid of being caught, so they hid their guns along the way, because being caught carrying a gun was no small matter.

The three ran for their lives, but the young man in the baseball cap who came up from behind was obviously more explosive. The distance between them quickly narrowed, and the latter slowly raised his arm.

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, and one of the lackeys protecting Zhang Ming from behind was shot in the right leg, sending blood spurting. He fell to the ground with a thud.

"Huff, huff…!"

Zhang Ming's mouth and nose filled with heavy breathing. He glanced back and felt that the other party was less than ten meters away from him.

"Damn it, stop him!" Zhang Ming roared, his voice cracking.

The lackey running beside him suddenly sped up, actually passing Zhang Ming. "Chairman, I'll go stop a car for you."

"You son of a bitch!" Zhang Ming was so angry he almost passed out.

In theory, how could the head of a guild not have two loyal or even fanatical subordinates? After all, the dockworker's association was an organization full of Jianghu (martial world) spirit!

Alas, Zhang Ming really didn't have such people around him, because he was too self-centered and valued interests too much. Everything he did revolved around money. In addition, he didn't have much real power before and played the role of Jing Yan's chief steward, so he didn't have any enemies and didn't keep such people around.

Apart from his personal secretary and the strong man who jumped off the building to stop the Coast Guard officers, the other bodyguards were people he had promoted from the association in the past year or so. He had no emotional connection with these people, and they only followed him for the sake of drinking and eating meat.

When it came to a critical moment, you could immediately see who your brothers were.

The lackey ran like Usain Bolt, instantly reaching the alley entrance.

"Thud!"

Zhang Ming was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The baseball-capped man who was chasing after him immediately raised his Remington, ready to shoot Zhang Ming.

"Swish!"

At this critical moment, a strong light suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, accurately shining on the baseball-capped man's face.

The professional killer reacted quickly, taking a step to the side and dodging towards the wall on the left.

"Bang, bang…!"

Several gunshots rang out, and the professional killer rolled awkwardly on the ground, coming to rest behind a pile of debris.

"Get in the car!"

Someone shouted to Zhang Ming from the alley entrance.

Zhang Ming hurriedly got up. He didn't care who the other person was. He just rushed over mindlessly.

In the darkness, the professional killer worked the Remington's action and turned to fire a shot.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and Zhang Ming's body obviously paused. On the left side of his body, in the light shining in the opposite direction, a long object could be clearly seen flying out.

"Ah!"

Zhang Ming screamed and disappeared into the light shining in the opposite direction.

The professional killer hid behind the pile of debris, paused with a frown, got up, fired three shots in a row, and quickly fled.

Seconds later, the lights went out, and a car sped away.

Two minutes later.

Su Tianyu arrived at the scene of the earlier gun battle, panting for breath. He turned his head and glanced around, then walked into the alley.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, and there were several bullet marks on the wall on the left.

"Who...who fought who? Internal strife or a cover-up?!" the squad leader muttered in confusion.

Su Tianyu frowned and scanned the surroundings. He suddenly felt like he had stepped on something. He looked down and saw a severed hand, still attached to a forearm. It looked very fresh.

"Damn!"

Su Tianyu took a step back, reached for the flashlight, and looked down. He saw that the chubby hand was wearing a ring, and the cuff of the suit was torn.

"This is too sudden, right? He didn't even have time to take off his watch!" the squad leader said humorously.

Su Tianyu blinked. "Damn it, this is weird! I wasn't planning on making a move against Zhang Ming yet, but someone wants to use my hand to kill him."

"Captain, over here...!"

"Call the technical team to inspect the scene." Su Tianyu got up and instructed, "Notify the department to prepare for overtime and interrogate Dong Pengyu's gang."

"Yes!"

After the conversation ended, Su Tianyu continued walking in the alley, but he couldn't find any shell casings after searching for a long time.

This meant...the person who fired the gun was a veteran!

...

That night.

Su Tianyu arrested more than fifty key members of Dong Pengyu's gang and brought them back to the Coast Guard for overnight interrogation, preparing to use this as a breakthrough to launch the first shot in the attack on the Dockworkers Association.

At the same time, in the Qingyi Bureau's infirmary, Zhang Ming, anesthetized and looking very miserable, lay on the operating table.

Kang Dinghuang watched him with his hands behind his back, his face solemn. "Is his life in danger?"

"It shouldn't be, but his hand is ruined," the doctor replied.

"Good, thank you for your hard work." Kang Dinghuang said, and then turned to leave.

In the corridor, the assistant looked at Kang Dinghuang and asked, "What's the point of saving a chairman who can't even solve his own safety problems?"

"There's a big use." Kang Dinghuang replied.

"I just don't understand why you don't use someone as shrewd as Jing Yan, but instead use someone who has no foundation and is even a bit mercenary...?"

"Jing Yan is shrewd, so he won't be willing to be controlled by you," Kang Dinghuang gently pointed out. "If we look for him, then we don't know who is using whom."

...

In a boat house by the sea, the man in the baseball cap drank wine and said into the phone, "The information you gave me was too late. I didn't make a move under ideal circumstances, and the people who saved him came very quickly..."

"Don't worry, there will be opportunities," the other party comforted him before hanging up the phone.